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When men were free
by Hunter
"Tell us a story, Grandpa Santorum," several of the children said together. It was cold, and from the front of the concrete bunker, there was a low whistle as the wind pushed through the gaps around the old wooden door. "Tell us a story again, from the before-times."
Grandpa Santorum smiled a grizzled smile. The children knew he loved to tell stories; the old man knew they liked hearing them. "Oh, I don't know," he answered. "There are so many stories from those times. But I think I've already told you every story worth telling. I'm not sure how many more stories there are."
The children protested loudly. "Tell us what it was like!" said a small girl in a flower-print dress. "Tell us about the freedoms!" a bony young man exclaimed.
Grandpa smiled again. He would tease them about the stories, but he would never really deny them one. "Well," he started out. "What was it like, in the before-times? Why, I remember it as if it was yesterday. Oh, the way the sun would shine, in those days before The Obama, The Destroyer of All Things." (Here the children squealed at mention of The Destroyer, as they always did.) "The way people would laugh, and sing! It was not at all like these dark days." He leaned back in the tattered old chair, settling into the rhythm of his speech. "But what was it really like? I think it all boils down to one thing. In those days, men were free."
The children gasped appreciatively, even though most of them had heard the phrase a hundred times before. "The women too?" asked the girl in the flower-print dress, her eyes wide. She was new to the group, and new to Grandpa's stories of those long-past golden days.
"Don't be stupid, little Sally. Of course not the women. I said the men." The other children laughed, and Sally looked sheepish.
"The men, they were free. Well, the white men. The black men, not so much. The brown ones, not so much. But the white men, the lily white ones, now, and not the ones from certain countries, mainly just the ones of the right breeding, now they were free. As long as they were Christian, anyway. And you had to be the right kind of Christian, toonone of that Mormon crap. Catholics were sketchyI was a Catholic, you know, and it could be tough sometimes, what with all the oppressionbut definitely evangelical protestant types, now they were nearly gods among men. Not to be sacrilegious, but you know what I mean." The children nodded, though no, none of them really knew what he meant.
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http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/03/25/1076618/-When-men-were-free
by Hunter
I am running for President of the United States to reverse the course we are on under President Obama. Our government everyday and in every way is ordering us around, trampling our freedoms, curtailing our religious liberty and building a dependency on big government.
This is President Obama's vision for America and we cannot let him succeed. This election is a turning point for our nation and we must be committed to fight for freedom. [...] Voters are responding to our message giving us strong wins in Kansas, Alabama and Mississippi within the last 10 days.
Now we continue on to Louisiana and beyond, and we need your help as we stand on the side of conservatism and freedom. Let us take up this fight together with renewed vigor, so that future generations do not say about America, "When men were free."
Working hard for America,
Rick Santorum
From a fundraising email sent by the Rick Santorum campaign
This is President Obama's vision for America and we cannot let him succeed. This election is a turning point for our nation and we must be committed to fight for freedom. [...] Voters are responding to our message giving us strong wins in Kansas, Alabama and Mississippi within the last 10 days.
Now we continue on to Louisiana and beyond, and we need your help as we stand on the side of conservatism and freedom. Let us take up this fight together with renewed vigor, so that future generations do not say about America, "When men were free."
Working hard for America,
Rick Santorum
From a fundraising email sent by the Rick Santorum campaign
"Tell us a story, Grandpa Santorum," several of the children said together. It was cold, and from the front of the concrete bunker, there was a low whistle as the wind pushed through the gaps around the old wooden door. "Tell us a story again, from the before-times."
Grandpa Santorum smiled a grizzled smile. The children knew he loved to tell stories; the old man knew they liked hearing them. "Oh, I don't know," he answered. "There are so many stories from those times. But I think I've already told you every story worth telling. I'm not sure how many more stories there are."
The children protested loudly. "Tell us what it was like!" said a small girl in a flower-print dress. "Tell us about the freedoms!" a bony young man exclaimed.
Grandpa smiled again. He would tease them about the stories, but he would never really deny them one. "Well," he started out. "What was it like, in the before-times? Why, I remember it as if it was yesterday. Oh, the way the sun would shine, in those days before The Obama, The Destroyer of All Things." (Here the children squealed at mention of The Destroyer, as they always did.) "The way people would laugh, and sing! It was not at all like these dark days." He leaned back in the tattered old chair, settling into the rhythm of his speech. "But what was it really like? I think it all boils down to one thing. In those days, men were free."
The children gasped appreciatively, even though most of them had heard the phrase a hundred times before. "The women too?" asked the girl in the flower-print dress, her eyes wide. She was new to the group, and new to Grandpa's stories of those long-past golden days.
"Don't be stupid, little Sally. Of course not the women. I said the men." The other children laughed, and Sally looked sheepish.
"The men, they were free. Well, the white men. The black men, not so much. The brown ones, not so much. But the white men, the lily white ones, now, and not the ones from certain countries, mainly just the ones of the right breeding, now they were free. As long as they were Christian, anyway. And you had to be the right kind of Christian, toonone of that Mormon crap. Catholics were sketchyI was a Catholic, you know, and it could be tough sometimes, what with all the oppressionbut definitely evangelical protestant types, now they were nearly gods among men. Not to be sacrilegious, but you know what I mean." The children nodded, though no, none of them really knew what he meant.
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for a great read!